Non-confrontational

In my neighborhood, we have some of those cute little paths that meander between the houses and parks and on any given day you'll see several walkers, runners, dog walkers, cyclists and the like taking advantage of these urbanized trails. This is my dog's favorite place to walk and I can tell this by the way she uses her full seventeen pounds to pull my arm out of joint just to get to this path.

Since this is a public path, there are "Walkway Rules" posted about every three feet along the path. Rule #1: all dogs must be on a leash. Fine, makes sense. It's not a hiking trail, it's not a huge state park; it's a little neighborhood walkway with a lot of traffic. Not only is this Rule #1 but those who maintain this trail believe so much in Rule #1 that they have additionally posted a second sign, solely dedicated to Rule #1. They are serious, leash the dogs. I assume this is why I've never once encountered a dog off leash. Until today.

As my dog proceeded in her daily inspection of every blade of grass lining the sidewalk, I heard another dog coming up behind us. I turned to look and, to my honest shock, he wasn't on a leash.

"Charlie! Come here!"

A guy on a bike was coming up behind the dog with a kid on a bike behind him.

"Charlie! Get back here, now," screamed the owner.

Charlie didn't listen. Instead, he and my dog sniffed butts and all seemed cool. Charlie was a Lab and his tail never stopped wagging so I really didn't have a reason to be afraid. Still, I didn't let my dog linger because even if she is friendly, a dog off leash approaching a dog on leash has potential to be a challenging situation.

The owner continued to scream and his dog finally came to him. I continued walking but the guy screaming "No! No! No!" at his dog made me turn around. I couldn't believe what I saw. Each time this guy screamed no, he smacked his dog. In the head. The dog's tail was wagging the entire time. Seeing that possibly broke a piece of my heart right off.

"What! do you think you're doing?"

He just stared at me.

"I think you heard me, sir. What are you doing?"

I really don't know where this was coming from. Who made me the patron saint of the walking path?

"Mind your own business!" he snapped.

"Sir, you made this my business."

"I was just trying to keep my dog away from your dog."

"It's not your dog's fault he's not on a leash."

"Whatever, he wasn't going to hurt you."

"Apparently your dog is not who I should be afraid of, huh?" (Boy, I have a lot of nerve all the sudden.)

"Whatever, lady. Shut up."

"Whatever, sir. Put a leash on your dog so you won't have to beat him in public any more."

And he grabbed his dog's collar with one hand, his bike with the other and walked around us up the hill. I was relieved. I don't like confrontation. Through the entire ordeal, I was quite certain the tremble in my voice was obvious. I don't get involved in other people's business, I don't tell strangers what to do, and I definitely don't open my mouth and yell at a man I don't know who could easily beat the crap out of me. I couldn't avoid it today, though. Because when you're standing there, leaning over an animal and beating the crap out of it because you are too stupid to use a leash, I have to say something. I have to.

I mean, his tail was wagging the entire time.